He awoke and realised two things simultaneously.
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One. It was too dark to be morning. Two. He couldn’t move.
What is happening? What the fuck is happening to me?!
Furiously still, he could twitch no limb. Not even his left pinkie rose, though he willed it with all his might. Was he having a stroke? Had his brain caved in? His brain didn’t feel at all painful - he didn’t think it did, anyway; with a chill he realised that he couldn’t feel anything. His eyes could scurry with fervor, but aside from that, he was merely a consciousness, entirely trapped within a limp shell that hung in the dense universe.
With each second, with every realisation, his shallow breath sped and shallowed further still. He could feel panic rising in his chest, a conscious nightmare swallowing him whole.
Calm down. Just calm down. This is just some weird dream.
Suddenly his ears blared to life and the circular lights above him shot on with a bang, illuminating the room with horror.
“Okay, let’s begin the procedure.”
Figures descended, robed in shades of a deep azure. With every fibre of strength he screamed, attempting to throw himself forwards; nothing moved.
“Just an amputation, simple enough.”
Oh Jesus, NO!